“Little Ball” by Robert H. Sarkissian

I caught a little ball under the floor
In a silly still, halfway through the Fall
And it told me to go weep in the barn
Or the old man would close the store

Another ball fell between Winter and Spring
Will the little ball come bouncing on the floor?
Will it roll with kindness and delight
Or jump in anger at the storm?

Next time a ball tumbles by my feet
I know what I'll have to do—
Hold it in my hands and laugh like a nut
Or kick it all the way to hell's door